I stepped inside.

“Claire?”

She came out of the kitchen carrying a box.

The instant she saw me, she nearly dropped it.

Her first words weren’t hello.

“You weren’t supposed to come here.”

I stared at her.

“That’s an interesting thing to say.”

Her expression changed immediately.

“I meant I would have picked you up.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Diane—”

“Why are Frank’s things still here?”

“I was planning to ship everything.”

“You told me the hospital lost most of it.”

Claire glanced toward the stairs.

That was when I noticed Frank’s phone lying on the kitchen counter.

I crossed the room and picked it up.

Claire moved toward me immediately.

“Give me that.”

I pressed the phone against my chest.

“You told me this was missing too.”

She stopped.

Neither of us said anything.

Then the boy appeared at the top of the staircase.